Standard:Chapter 14: The Vision

As we walked to the community theater, I became more and more unsure of if what Marco said was true. Shes not the Joan I know, shes not the Joan I know... I kept telling myself. Then I made a list of the other Joans I know. Hmmm, I know a Joan Brown and a Joan Kelly. Maybe Joan is a celebrity. There are a lot of famous Joans. But why did I doubt myself? Just then I remembered one day in 4th grade. Ms. Solar`s class. I passed Joan a note while the teacher wasn`t looking. In red ink crumbled letters spelled out, Wanna watch the king & i after school?. I saw her take her monkey pen and write, YES! in blue ink. My mom picked up the both of us and called Joan`s mom to make sure it was OK. She said it was. I helped her with our math homework and she helped me with reading. Then we sat in my bean bag chairs (me in the yellow, her in the pink) and I popped the DVD into my old DVD player. I tossed Joan the control and she pressed play. We sat on the chairs for 2 hours then the movie finished. "Better than I remembered, huh Anne?" she asked me standing up. "Yeah. Hey, why don`t you sleep over? Grammy`s flight got canceled until Monday and your mom said yes." I realized. "Oh, yeah. OK,sure!" We high-fived and ran to my mom`s room to ask. She said sure then asked Joan and I what we wanted for dinner. When Joan stays over we always used to have BLTs so that's what we had. My mom makes the best BLTs. After dinner Joan and I felt really bored. We sat on my bed. Finally Joan said something, "You know what? One day I would love to be the director of a play." I smiled. "And I wanna be the star. The play would be a hit and we would win Oscars and-" "And your boyfriend could also star." "The play has to be a classic. Something my Grammy stared in years ago when she was a super famous actress. Maybe-" "The King And I? That was her favorite and now its ours. It has to be The King And I!!! Has to be!" "Yup. The King And I." Then my mom told us to get in bed. Joan got into the bed my dad made for my sister (who is now 35 and is living in California, her dream home with a perfect husband and 2 children) who was in collage at the time. We turned off the light and we pinkie promised, "We will always be best friends, or at least friends. Also, we will win an Oscar. Or a Grammy. Or both." Then we fell asleep pretty fast.


"Anne! Anne, are you OK? I was saying that that car was about to hit you. You should be more careful." Said Marco, waking me up from that memory. "Oh, yeah, I`m fine." I replied. But I felt weird. What did this vision mean? It meant I would be Joan`s friend again, win an Oscar or Grammy, and be the star of a play (witch I am). And Joan was all for it...